Dear Big,
As I watched you walk across the stage to get your diploma, I had never been prouder of you. You've had a rough year, but through it all, you managed to get your first perfect GPA, an amazing internship, and a full-time job that will start in a few months. You're really going places, and I can't wait to see where life in the "real world" takes you! (Hopefully, not too far away from me just yet. You might have graduated, but I still need you.)
When I first met you, I was a hot mess. It was beginning of my freshman year, I had just joined Pi Phi, and I was completely overwhelmed with school, work, and life in general. But talking to you that first time in the Starbucks at the JC made me feel happier than I had in weeks. We chatted for roughly three hours, far longer than I talk to anyone else I had just met. When you hugged me as we said goodbye, my body kind of went into shock at first. In general, I was very touch averse at the time, but your hug didn't feel bad; it felt nice. As time went on and we hung out more and more, I knew for certain that I wanted you to be my Big.
But how would I know if you wanted me as a Little? Sure, it felt like we had a connection, but you're extroverted. You could have that with a lot of people. At the beginning of Clue Week, I was a ball of anxiety and excitement. I loved my presents, and while I was fairly certain they came from you, I couldn't be sure. You're a terrible liar, but no matter how many times I badgered you, you never gave in. (I respect that type of resilience.) Then, I got the clue that said I was a Twin, and I panicked. Who was my Twin? What was she like? What if she was jealous of me? What if she hated me? I had never thought getting a Twin would be something bad; it just meant another girl to love, right? Wrong, or so I was told by a girl in a different sorority. Twins fought with each other and got angry that they had to share their Big's attention. And God knows the last thing I needed was more drama.
However, I shouldn't have worried, as I couldn't ask for a better Twin than Chandler. We're as different as could be, but we get along so well. She's optimistic, cheerful, extroverted, loves government and helping people, and her outfits, hair, and makeup are on point every day of the week. I, on the other hand, am introverted, sarcastic, slightly bitter, mostly avoid people at all costs, and I consider myself lucky if I manage to get a t-shirt and pants on in the morning, forget hair or makeup or anything. She's the brunette Leslie Knope, and I'm the ginger April Ludgate. But we're both smart, driven, passionate, and we really care about the people who are close to us, including you. It saddens me to think that you both graduated this semester.
When you went to Oxford in Spring 2015, I missed you like crazy, but it was nice to have Chandler still with me. Even while you were gone, you gave me so much love and support. Anytime I needed anything, you were just a message away. Plus, Chandler and Michelles were always happy to help. Now, you're only going to be living in Fairfax, but it still feels weird that you won't be on campus or come to Pi Phi events.
I know this isn't goodbye, but I can't help but be a bit sad; I don't like change. Whenever I need support or encouragement, you're the first to remind me of how smart, funny, and capable I am. Pi Phi, but especially our family, gave me the sisters I never knew I needed. And when you're an FBI agent, Chandler is running the country (because you know she's going to,) and I'm doing... whatever I'm doing in the future, I know we'll still have each other. (Plus, generations and generations of GLittles!)
Love always,
Your incredibly lucky Little
